martes, 9 de julio de 2013

All of this took place before your birthand your conception had no meritit was just another phase of timelike the cornfields lushly plantedin the middle of Montanain the duskthe yellow strawcaught on fire

i hope i never see the steam rise againfrom the sewers of the cities I once knew

my face is part-boiled scarred from the ridefrom the sadness of seeing things I've seen

Mirrors on the outsidenodding in a garden barely looked atsitting steaming freezing in the rainhow does all the grass withstand this change?what pain lies beneath the surface of the groundnot the weeds that poke its shownot darkness, nonot loss

and i hope i never see the rusted metal framesof the building holding thousands at it's whim

my face is part-boiled scarred from the ridefrom the sadness of seeing things I've seen

I have never seen things so greenin all my life--is this right?is this right?barely wakened, loudly moaningmen rise from their beds to see this light

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Caethua - Sons Of The Hounds

Music: Caethua - In A Garden Barely Looked At - Sons Of The Hounds - Lyrics

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Intense wildfires in Quebec sent smoke billowing out of Canada at the end of June 2013. The fires produced towering pyrocumulus clouds that injected smoke high into the atmosphere. Upper-level winds then dispersed it across the Atlantic Ocean.

Wildfire smoke is a combination of gases and aerosols—tiny
solid and liquid particles suspended in air—so remote-sensing
instruments that detect aerosols can find smoke. The maps above are made
from data collected by the Ozone Mapper Profiler Suite (OMPS) on the SuomiNational Polar-orbiting Partnership
(Suomi-NPP) satellite. They show relative aerosol concentrations, with
lower concentrations appearing in yellow and higher concentrations
appearing in dark orange-brown. Areas in gray represent data that was
not available.

On June 23, 2013, OMPS detected a plume dense with smoky aerosols
over the North Atlantic Ocean, east of Newfoundland. The plume blew east
on the 24th and reached France by June 25. While wildfires in Colorado may have contributed to the plume (notice the heavy smoke over Colorado on June 22), a trajectory analysis
by Alain Malo, a meteorologist from the Meteorological Service of
Canada, suggests that much of the smoke actually came from Quebec.

The ambiguity explains why remote sensing scientists rarely use just
one sensor to analyze smoke transport events like this. It is common for
plumes of wildfire smoke to cross the Atlantic, and scientist use
several satellite sensors to observe the process. But each sensor has
strengths and weaknesses, explained Hongbin Yu, a University of Maryland
scientist who recently authored an analysis of satellite observations of aerosol transport events between continents.

OMPS measurements can be affected by the height of the plume and by
the brightness of underlying clouds; OMPS sees higher plumes more
readily than lower plumes, and bright underlying clouds can cause
aerosol values to be appear artificially high. Because they offer a
“semi-quantitative” measure of aerosol loading OMPS’s aerosol
measurements can sometimes be difficult to interpret.

On the other hand, “unlike MODIS and MISR,
OMPS is not limited to cloud-free conditions, so it provides more
complete plume tracking,” Yu explained. The most comprehensive approach
to monitoring intercontinental smoke transport is to use MISR to observe
smoke injection height near source fires, OMPS to track plumes over
long distances, MODIS to measure aerosol loading, and CALIOP to capture a vertical profiles of smoke plumes.

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And thou wert sad -- yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near;Methought that joy and health alone could be Where I was /not/ -- and pain and sorrow here.And is it thus? -- it is as foretold, And shall be more so; for the mind recoilsUpon itself, and the wreck'd heart lies cold, While heaviness collects the shatter'd spoils.It is not in the storm nor in the strife We feel benumb'd, and wish to be no more, But in the after-silence on the shoreWhen all is lost, except a little life.

I am too well avenged! -- but 'twas my right! Whate'er my sins might be, /thou/ wert not sentTo be the Nemesis who should requite -- Nor did Heaven choose so near an instrument.Mercy is for the merciful! -- if thouHast been of such, 'twill be accorded now.Thy nights are banish'd from the realms of sleep! -- Yes! they may flatter thee, but thou shalt feel A hollow agony which will not heal,For thou art pillow'd on a curse too deep;Thou hast sown in my sorrow, and must reap The bitter harvest in a woe as real!I have had many foes, but none like thee; For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend, And be avenged, or turn them into friend;But thou in safe implacabilityHadst nought to dread -- in thy own weakness shielded,And in my love, which hath but too much yielded, And spared, for thy sake, some I should not spare --And thus upon the world -- trust in thy truth --And the wild fame of my ungovern'd youth -- On things that were not, and on things that are --Even upon such a basis hast thou builtA monument, whose cement hath been guilt!The moral Clytemnestra of thy lord,And hew'd down, with an unsuspected sword,Fame, peace, and hope -- and all the better life Which, but for this cold treason of thy heart,Might still have risen from out the grave of strife,And found a nobler duty than to part.But of thy virtues didst thou make a vice, Trafficking with them in a purpose cold, For present anger, and for future gold --And buying other's grief at any price.And thus once enter'd into crooked ways,The early truth, which was thy proper praise,Did not still walk beside thee -- but at times,And with a breast unknowing its own crimes,Deceit, averments incompatible,Equivocations, and the thoughts which dwell In Janus-spirits -- the significant eyeWhich learns to lie with silence -- the pretextOf Prudence, with advantages annex'd -- The acquiescence in all things which tend,No matter how, to the desired end -- All found a place in thy philosophy.The means were worthy, and the end is won --I would not do by thee as thou hast done!

/September, 1816./

WELL! THOU ART HAPPY.

Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too;For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do.

Thy husband's blest -- and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot:But let them pass -- Oh! how my heart Would hate him if he loved thee not!

When late I saw thy favorite child, I thought my jealous heart would break;But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.

I kiss'd it, -- and repress'd my sighs, Its father in its face to see;But then it had its mother's eyes, And they were all to love and me.

Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine;But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine.

I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride Had quench'd at length my boyish flame;Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart in all -- save hope -- the same.

Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look:But now to tremble were a crime -- We met, -- and not a nerve was shook.

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